She was awake far too early. Mary rolled over to check her alarm clock and saw that it was 3:12 am. It’s strange how I sometimes wake up in the night for no reason, she thought, and always around 3.
What to do now? She laid on her back. She had been dreaming of sex. She had been riding a man she didn’t know in her dream, grinding on him in the back seat of his car, while he held on to her hip with one large hand and choked her slender neck with the other.
She had been completely naked in her dream and wished she was completely naked now. She wished for a lot of things now that she was awake, and hated that she had been woken up, since she had been enjoying being naked in that car in the woods at night, fucking that strange man in her dream.
At 6 am she would have to get out of bed and get dressed and go to class in a big lecture hall filled with greasy kids who talked too loudly for an early class and with lights in the ceiling that were too bright and harsh for so early in the morning. Luckily she had three hours still to sleep.
But she could all but remember the thrill of the hand that had squeezed her throat, and the way her tits had bounced against her chest while she felt that strange man fuck her and make her pussy warm and wet, and how in her dream she had been such a slut and had moaned ‘fuck me, I need it, I want you so fucking bad,’ and all the other dirty little phrases that came into her head. It made her want to be fucked like that for real, in the back seat of a car out in the woods where she could moan all she wanted.
Instead, alone in her little room so late at night, under her warm red quilt and white cotton sheets, Mary was being mad at whatever passing car or stray cat had woken her from her dream and left her so horny. She could feel she was wet. She let a thin, tan hand run down her bare chest and let her gentle fingertips with black nails press against her green panties and feel her pussy underneath them.
It was warm, and so wet she could feel it already even though she hadn’t even pulled her panties to the side to touch herself. She wanted to. She wanted to reach into the drawer of her bedside table and pull out her long, thick dildo to fuck herself since she was so horny and all alone.
She reached for the drawer and as she did she froze. She had to freeze. Someone was watching her. Mary lived in a little apartment on the first floor of a building, and now just on the other side of her bedroom window, nearly at the foot of her bed, the figure of a man all black and shadowy was still as a statue, staring at her.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/10u89jw/a_dream_and_a_man_at_the_window_pt1